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"For one's beauty, one must pay the price."
Izuku Midoriya. The name everyone knew. It was hard not to, as the kid stuck out like a sore thumb.
The way his curly hair was a silky mix of green, emerald, seafoam, and black.
How his heart-shaped face was painted with freckles, cheeks a rosy pink on milky white skin.
How his eyes glimmered, swirling of Harlequin, mint, and pine with gold flakes of which memorizes whoever they land on.
"So with my blood, your blood, is cursed"